Chapter 174: Boyfriend
Chapter 174: Boyfriend
A cat was making a mournful meowing sound.
Wen Jin quickened her pace, her skirt soaked by the slanting rain.
She thought to herself that she was unlucky.
When I went out in the afternoon, I washed a few clothes and a small cotton blanket, and hung them to dry on the railing of the open-air balcony.
With the wind and rain raging now, we're probably going to get soaked.
Wen Jin returned home covered in sweat, and Qiu Qiu excitedly circled around her.
She put the umbrella aside and immediately ran to the balcony.
The result was a little worse than expected.
The flowers in the flowerpots were damaged by the rain, and the clothes and blankets on the balcony, which were not secured in any way, were blown onto the balcony floor or even outside by the wind and rain.
This includes Chuchu's little blanket.
That's the adorable Abebe.
It was reluctant to leave when Wen Jin was washing it.
When we rescued Chiu Chiu, it was small and helpless, and it sought a sense of security by being wrapped in that blanket.
It's okay if the clothes are lost, but if Qiuqiu's Abebe is lost, it will be very sad.
"A mother's strength is boundless, a mother's strength is boundless."
Wen Jin thought to herself the same thing.
I had no choice but to go downstairs again with my umbrella to look for it.
The rain enveloped the entire night.
Outside the flower shop downstairs, the begonias were scattered all over the ground. Among the dense vines, Wen Jin found her clothes, which were soaked and she didn't know if they were snagged or damaged.
But Chiu Chiu's little blanket is still nowhere to be found.
The kitten's cries grew louder as it approached the lush begonia bushes near the wall.
It sounded like a kitten. The night was cool and rainy, so it probably couldn't stand being soaked.
Wen Jinye's heart clenched at the sound of that cry.
Since she was already soaked, Wen Jin struggled to hold up an umbrella with one hand and turned on her phone's flashlight with the other, moving the flowers among the bushes.
Finally, deep within the flower bushes, I spotted the shivering little orange cat.
It's probably not even a month old yet, it's so tiny. If it's left to get soaked here, it's probably going to be in grave danger.
It was curled up on the muddy ground beside the intertwined flower roots, its fur soaked through, and it looked particularly pitiful.
Wen Jin suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Xunxun had been feeding a stray cat mother who was nursing.
Yesterday, the child cried very sadly. Wen Jin went downstairs to ask and found out that the mother cat had died in a car accident.
This one—
It's probably its child.
Wen Jin had never owned a cat before, let alone had any experience with them.
She coaxed softly, "Mimi, come here."
But the kitten remained unmoved and continued to meow pitifully.
They didn't run away, perhaps because they weren't that wary of Wen Jinye.
Holding an umbrella made it inconvenient to move around, and since her home was upstairs anyway, Wen Jin simply threw the umbrella away and crawled inside.
The wet clothes that had fallen down came in handy, and Wen Jin carefully approached it while holding the clothes in her hand.
Finally, it was wrapped up.
Whether it was the unfamiliar atmosphere that made it more uneasy, or its cries of grievance that made it feel wronged, the kitten's meows became even more pitiful.
Wenjin is not much better.
My legs were scratched by something, and my hair and body were soaked.
She came out carrying a kitten.
And finally, I saw Chiu Chiu's Abebe.
It hangs on the tree branch next to the street lamp.
Not too high, not too low, just the right distance that Wen Jin couldn't reach.
She was in an awkward position while holding the cat, unable to move freely.
Rainwater misted my eyes, blurring my vision.
As she bent down to wipe her head, preparing to turn back to find her umbrella, the black canopy of the umbrella suddenly appeared above her head.
Wen Jin didn't have time to turn back.
The thin, soaked clothes clung to my back, and a chest radiating intense heat bumped against me.
A long arm brushed past her ear, swept over her head, and easily took the blanket hanging on the tree branch.
The kitten in my arms was still meowing.
Rain pattered against the umbrella.
Water droplets from Wen Jin's wet hair dripped onto her long eyelashes.
Wen Jin turned around, and with a blink, the misty fog dissipated, and Fu Yanjing's face gradually came into view.
Not far away, a black car without its headlights on stealthily drove away.
Wen Jin also wanted to ask him what he was doing here.
Then I felt that this sentence was superfluous.
Even if she moved a hundred times, Fu Yanjing could still easily find her location.
After a few seconds of silent eye contact, Wen Jin took the soaking wet blanket from Fu Yanjing's hands first, saying, "Thank you."
"I'll take you upstairs."
"Need not."
As soon as she finished speaking, the kitten in her arms suddenly began to struggle restlessly.
Wen Jin was caught off guard and was afraid of hurting it if she held it too tightly, so she was flustered and the kitten jumped out of her wet clothes.
Just as she was about to fall, Fu Yanjing grabbed her and pulled her back.
He naturally pulled her into his arms, and there were some marks on his meticulously tailored suit jacket.
Even the most expensive suits can attract lint.
"The kitten caught a chill, we need to go back and dry it off quickly."
Fu Yanjing held an umbrella in one hand and a cat that was less than half the length of his arm in the other.
The kitten, which had been struggling just moments before, was now very well-behaved in his arms, even ceasing its meows. It was just shivering from the cold.
"And your umbrella, it's completely soaked with rain, you can't use it anymore."
Fu Yanjing's tone was calm and matter-of-fact, as if they had not become strangers during this time, had not confronted each other, and had not had their old girlish secrets exposed.
There was nothing there.
He appeared downstairs at her house in the middle of the night.
I don't know what's wrong with them.
The calm and collected demeanor was as if they had lost their memory.
Fu Yanjing waited patiently for her reply.
Suddenly, a little boy's clear and tender voice rang out from the upstairs balcony, sounding particularly loud in the night.
"Sister Jinjin, why aren't you home in the rain? Is the person next to you also your good friend?"
He was leaning on the balcony railing, tilting his head and looking intently in this direction.
Immediately following was Sister Yun's panicked voice.
"Xunxun, didn't you promise Mom you wouldn't go to the balcony without my permission?!"
"Come in quickly!"
The balconies here are all open-air, and since Xunxun has intellectual disabilities, his safety awareness is naturally weak.
Xunxun felt a little wronged after being scolded.
Stubbornly standing still, she said, "Mom, Jinjin hasn't come home yet. I'm watching her with—"
Xunxun thought for a moment.
Jinjin's sister's good friend, a guy.
"That's Jinjin's boyfriend, they're together."
Wen Jin was equally worried about Xun Xun, and her head remained tilted back.
Hearing Xunxun's innocent remark, my forehead twitched instantly.
Looking back at the man who was mentioned, he seemed completely unperturbed, showing no intention of explaining despite the misunderstanding about their relationship.
If Xunxun continues to be locked in this stalemate with Fu Yanjing, he probably won't be willing to go back inside.
His voice was loud and clear; he practically shouted as he spoke to Wen Jinye, afraid she wouldn't hear him.
If I were to say a few more words...
The more you try to explain, the worse it gets.
The whole building could hear her gossip, both true and false.
Wen Jin gave in and coaxed Xunxun, "Your sister and her best friend are going home now, can you go back to your room too?"
"Okay~ Goodnight, Jinjin sister, goodnight, boyfriend."
"good evening."
*
The stairwell windows were open, letting in the rain. The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, and the floor was slippery.
Wen Jin was wearing a pair of flat casual leather shoes, which offered absolutely no slip resistance.
My foot slipped, and I almost lost my footing in an instant.
A strong arm rested steadily across her lower back.
Be careful.
"good friend."
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